Nosegays! leave them for the waking,Throw them earthward where they grewDim are such, beside the breakingAmaranths he looks unto.Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do. E. B. BrowningA Child Asleep.

Immortal amaranth, a flower which onceIn Paradise, fast by the Tree of Life,Began to bloom, but soon for Mans offence,To heavn removd, where first it grew, there grows,And flowrs aloft shading the fount of life.MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. III. L. 353.